Wish I could just rewind the tape of life back to the moment you and I were happy and content in each other's arms. Those moments we spent in the chilly weather of february, basking in the loveliness of the stars, breathing in fresh air, our hearts' fast beats keeping us warm.
If I could just relive the days you told me you loved having me in your arms, telling me I made you feel peaceful for once. When I went to leave and you tugged on my hand like a kid, refusing to let me go.
God, how much I miss staying up then getting told off by my mother just to talk to you about the most pointless things.
If only I was able to replay how your eyes looked deep into mine, I would study every detail of your face, I wouldn't waste a single second with you. I would memorize every detail about you, from your soft hair to your hazel eyes and your oh so gorgeous smile. I'd count the moles on your arm that you, for some unknown reason, hated- and I of course adored.
Wish I could just go back in time.
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Emotional Torture.
PoetryCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
